~Eye of the Beholder~

There's really no *one* meaning behind this poem. I guess when I was writing it, I sort of wanted to say, 'Hey, life's too short to rush past without smelling the roses. Call me weird if you want, but I actually see things in their full beauty- something you should think about doing.'

~Eye of the Beholder~

To you, it's just a flower To me, it is a home For a thousand tiny creatures To live; to roam

To you it's just a bubble To me, another world unfolds Hidden in the spectrum is A place of lore and tales of old

To you it's just a mirror Me, a magic portal Where anything can come to pass And no one there is mortal

To you it is a swing To me, a memory Of good times as a child Of no cares, peaceful; free

To you, only a raindrop But I see a promise From back when Noah built the Ark Of hope and light and solace

To you I am a little weird I'm sure others will agree To you I am a far off stranger But to God... I am me

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